Was she supposed to feel regret or remorse?
Because she didn’t. She hadn’t known a kiss could be that good. Heaven help her, she wanted another one.
Blaise’s eyes darkened. “Hadley?”
Oh, he’d asked her a question before saying her name. She nodded even thoughokaydidn’t describe how she was feeling at all.
“No!” Wes yelled.
“I can’t believe they missed the field goal.” That sounded like Adam or maybe Dash.
Blaise let go of her, but he didn’t step away. Instead, he rested his forehead against hers. “I—”
“Get over here, Blaise.” That was Brett’s voice. “The game’s going into overtime.”
Blaise straightened before holding her hand, lacing his fingers between hers. “Let’s watch the end of the game.”
Football was the last thing on her mind. All she could think about was Blaise, the way he’d made her feel, and if the kiss meant anything to him.
Especially if she agreed to take him—well, Wes and Dash—on as clients. She’d never fallen for a client. Never been tempted even though some of the richest men—attractive men—had wanted to find wives.
Blaise sat on a leather love seat and pulled her down next to him, her hip and thigh pressing against his. After releasing Hadley's hand, his arm went around her, bringing her closer to him as if this were the most natural thing in the world, making her feel cherished and special, a way she hadn’t felt in forever.
If anyone noticed them now or when they’d kissed, no one said anything. All attention was focused on the game.
She should be relieved.
But her misgivings doubled with each passing second.
Blaise appeared unaffected while her nerve endings twitched and her lips demanded more kisses.
Not where she expected to find herself.
One kiss.
Not a big deal, right?
But her pounding heart rate hadn’t quieted and told another story.
Play along.
Was that what this was about? A kiss for show?
Boulders settled in the pit of her stomach.
If that was the case—and why wouldn’t it be—she’d played along as Blaise requested.
Perhaps, too much.
So what should she do next? Watch the game was a given. Ignoring the man plastered against her would be a smart move. But after everyone left, and it was just the two of them?
She didn’t even want to think about that.
CHAPTER NINE
It was six o’clock. The game was over, and Blaise’s friends had left. As Iris cleaned the kitchen, he sat on a stool, eyeing the French doors to the backyard. Hadley had stepped outside a few minutes ago. He was tempted to go out there, but he remained seated.
The reason?
